Lost

You won't be able to mentally handle this

Quick A/N: any of you guys recommend any good books?

I like have no idea what to read..

Thanks!
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I sighed and played around with my food even though I was starving.

"Whats wrong? You where so hyper a minute ago"

I stand up without a word and make my way to the bathroom, the boys don't follow me.

I look ok the mirror and notice there are tears streaming down my face..

I wait a little and lean on the door, the bathroom was spotlessly clean and there was a woman on a chair waiting to clean up after each visitor, she simply ignored me and messed around with her phone.

I let ten whole minutes pass before I left the bathroom and walked out of the cafe... no one noticed as I made my way outside and felt the cold breeze against my tear stained face.

Mister killed the girl while the girl killed mister.

I had no proof but the fact that another innocent life is gone because of me hurt..

The wind blew and my hair flew, it was no longer straight- it was now extremely messy.

I wanted to cry as I walked down the streets in my overlarge hoodie and skinny jeans but I didn't.

My phone vibrates in my bag and I take it out.

What's wrong Em?

It was from an unknown number but I guessed it was probably one of the boys.

So I did what any sensible person would do I blocked him.

The image of my younger self flashes in my eyes and I rubbed them.. I felt like I was at least 16 not at all only a 14 year old... my birthday passed, or maybe it was today- I have no idea even.

The wind makes my hair even more untidy and I walk past my old house-

"Here go get some groceries!"

"B-but it's soaking outside!" I reply

"GO GET THEM!"

My jaw quivers as I feel my eyes threaten to burst into tears and I give him a small nod.

I take the basket and money out of his hands and walk outside in the cold and rain.

I hadn't even been outside more than a couple of seconds and I'm already soaking.

I shiver and walk down the streets and make my way into the bakery.

I leave after a little and renter the cold and I hear myself shout but it comes out muffled and far

THE BREAD IS WET

i make my way back home sobbing and trip.. the bread scatters around the ground and I start sobbing louder trying to pick it up.

People continue to walk and ruin the bread making me cry more.

I make my way back home holding a basket of dirty wet bread knowing I'll be sick and punished.

I get shoved by someone- probably from school- and I fall to the ground.

I don't even check who whoever it was is I just punched them, it could be the headmistress for all I knew.